Vegeta frowned.
"Isn't he sitting right there? His ki is there too... though it's very faint. He's probably sleeping."
"No."
Piccolo set down his glass, his expression grave as he looked at Sun Wuxiu.
"Goku's feeling is right."
"Just now, the feeling of Wu Xiu's 'ki'... changed."
"Before, his ki was like a bottomless sea. Though calm, you could still sense that oppressive force."
"But now..."
Piccolo narrowed his eyes.
"The feeling he gives me is like he's become a rock, a tree, or... the air itself."
"This feeling... I felt a tiny trace of it from Old Kami, but the feeling around Wu Xiu... is countless times stronger."
"What does that mean?"
Krillin did not understand.
Piccolo shook his head without answering.
But an astonishing guess had already formed in his heart.
"Could it be... that even while sleeping, this guy is carrying out some kind of training we can't understand?"
"A monster..."
Nothing happened that night.
The next morning.
As the first ray of sunlight streamed into the living room, Sun Wuxiu slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze had changed.
Those once dark, profound eyes had become incomparably clear, like the eyes of a newborn baby, without the slightest impurity.
He sat up and stretched.
"Crack."
His bones let out a crisp pop.
"This feeling..."
Sun Wuxiu clenched his fist.
There was no swelling sensation of power explosively increasing.
On the contrary, he felt empty inside, as though all his ki had vanished.
But he knew it was still there.
It simply no longer surged wildly through his meridians as before. Instead, it lay docilely hidden within every cell, even in the depths of his soul.
As long as he wanted it to.
"Buzz."
A pale blue, mist-like aura ignited at his fingertips.
There was no heat, no